Trusting Christ With Your Healing Journey

Somewhere along your journey, healing became a destination. A finish line. A version of yourself you had to reach before you could finally feel worthy of rest, of joy, of love that didn’t require an explanation.

Somewhere along your journey, healing started to feel like a requirement—like you needed to be polished, or neatly organized, or always in control, and if you weren’t, then you weren’t “ready.” You weren’t enough.

But the truth is—healing was never meant to be the whole point. It was always meant to be the path.

God didn’t place you on this Earth simply to fix everything that broke you. He didn’t design your life to be a constant state of repair. Yes, healing matters. Yes, doing the inner work is holy. Yes, it’s brave to confront your patterns, to sit with your pain, to choose growth over avoidance. But at some point, you have to remember why you began healing in the first place—so you could live again. So you could trust again. So you could feel happiness flow through you without guilt, so you could open your heart to this world once more.

You are not a work in progress. You are not an endless self-help project. You are a human being, created in God’s image, called not just to endure, but to enjoy. Called to beauty. Called to presence. Called to becoming whole—not for the sake of perfection, but for the sake of being able to hold joy without wondering if you deserve it.

There will always be more to learn. More to unlearn. There will always be parts of you that ache for softness and clarity. But don’t let that trick you into believing that you are not ready to live right now. Don’t let it convince you that awe is being held at arm’s length for another version of yourself. That version of you doesn’t exist, and they never were supposed to, because the truest healing cracks into your life when you stop trying to perfect yourself and you start letting yourself be here—in the mess, in the hope, in the uncertainty, in the gift of your ordinary life.

God is not waiting for you to be fully healed before he begins blessing you. He is not waiting for you to be patched together before he calls on you. God moves in broken things, and he loves you in the present tense—not once you’re fixed, but now. As you are.

If you’ve been holding your breath, if you’ve been waiting to be perfect before you let yourself be present in your life—exhale.

Take the walk.
Book the trip.
Say yes to the date.
Say no to what drains you.
Eat the food.
Laugh hard.
Laugh harder.

Let your healing walk beside your living.

Because the purpose was never to just survive. The purpose was never to just heal. The purpose—the point—was always to live.